By storm

04.27.2016

— that each life. is a komet moving, flashing. flare up. collide. beauty tabs out behind  

04.01.2016

—said. water, tell me more of water. (that) fills up the great lake (that) breaths. the bear river makes it breathing. tell me the names (that) bear river speaks to come down to fill the salt lake to make it breath, mixing freshwater with its brine (mud flats south bay north bay wellsville cone cottonwood creek soda springs muddy creek cokeville twin creek new canyon withney canyon needles creek mill creek hayden peak)

03.29.2016

this is a landscape :  artificial |ˌärtəˈfiSHəl| 1.1 made or produced by human beings rather than occurring naturally, typically as a copy of something natural: her skin glowed in an artificial light | an artificial limb | artificial flowers. • (of a situation or concept) not existing naturally; contrived or false: the artificial division of people into age groups. • bridge (of a bid) conventional as opposed to natural. 1.2 (of a person or a person’s behavior) insincere or affected: an artificial smile 2.1 – artificial flowers: synthetic, fake, imitation, mock, ersatz, faux, substitute, replica, reproduction; man-made, fabricated, inorganic; plastic;…

03.29.2016

in the landscape of words you want to have many maps, as each seem to mean many things:

03.28.2016

— today the water were low. thaw and  .at kroppen havde ebbe og flod .at kroppen sank og

03.27.2016

these are the words lost so far: familiefest søndagsstel udsigttårn hjemvendt nedfalden roemark sjippetov hovedskald sukkerskål gyngehest samlebånd havørn hættemåge pinsesol dansemyg bortfaldet nedtagen hundeangst lillebælt nordhavn  

03.21.2016

— (my love) it was raining heavy this morning. i, even more so. hjertet vil fortælle om fortid. det vil dele sig og blive flere hjerter. bærende ekkoet af tidligere hjerter i sig. hviske om hvordan solen stod op over de tidligste hjerter og hvordan dit og dit hjerteslag er en del af al livstakt

03.06.2016

• the hair is like hair. and she lifts up the hair with lazy hands while i watch and the robe is rotting and she lifts up the cloth and the skin falls down and down and down as i am the lover and rise from her womb who never will carry a foetus the spilling of blood was like blood coagulating in dreams she’s forgetting as youth i shall always know you she says her knowing is like knowing. she holds with her heart as a womb and lazy coagulating my love as i am the leaver and she is…